A Birth That Healed: Gabriel’s Birth Story

6 min readOct 25, 2022

“The premise that birthing, by nature, had to be a painful ordeal was totally unacceptable to me. I could not believe that a God who had created the body with such perfection could have designed a system of procreation that was flawed.” — Marie Mongan in “HypnoBirthing: The Mongan Method”

A photo of me and Gabriel, just two hours after birth.

A photo of me and Gabriel, just 2 hours after birth. I will never forget a remark from a dear friend when she received the photo: “Wow, hypnobirthing is even more effective than SK2 Serum!”

When I found out I was pregnant, I was determined to have a very different experience from my first birth. I wanted to be able to be a good mother to my toddler and my newborn baby, and thus sought out all ways possible to have a birth that was devoid of trauma — no C-Section, as little pain as possible, and a birth that would allow a quick recovery. My quest to do so led me to discover HypnoBirthing. I had never heard of HypnoBirthing ever. All social circles that involved mothers celebrated and championed the wonders of an epidural — and unfortunately for me, an epidural failed to be any sort of relief for me and I believe actually became a major factor that led to my emergency C-Section with my firstborn, as I developed a high fever and the baby’s heartbeat started to drop.

I was curious about HypnoBirthing since it promoted a drug-free birth. The quote above from Marie Mongan deeply resonated with me — indeed, if we believe that God designed us and our bodies perfectly, wouldn’t it make logical sense too that the entire process of procreation is one that is also perfect? I wondered, could birth actually be a wonderful, spiritual, and amazing experience?

A Joyful Birth

On 21st October 2022, I not only discovered that Mongan was right — I experienced the most wonderful and joyful drug-free birth that was beyond my dreams!

At 3.30AM, I was awakened by my toddler. He wanted to breastfeed — and curiously, he wanted to do so in a cradle position. He must have sensed that his exclusive time with me was soon coming to an end. As he fed and I stroked his head, he started to cry sadly. “I want mummy”, he whimpered. “I’m here, and I will always be here for you. Even when didi comes. My love for you will never change my baby”, I whispered. My heart…


Linguist. Writer. Mum. Currently navigating life with intense sleep deprivation, and learning how to still do what I love - teaching and parenting.